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Dean tossed his jacket over the foot-board. He then dropped his bag down. "Bet these old motels carry a lot of history. Spooky history." He looked back to his younger, but taller brother, Sam.

"You are just looking for the Shining connection," Sam was pulling his coat off as well.

"Hey, was your idea to come here. I wanted to head someplace warmer."

"The Bahamas?" Sam tossed his jacket down as well.

"It's warmer. Women wear a little less. Who knows, you might even get lucky," he punched Sam on the arm.

"Does this place have somewhere to eat?" Sam walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

"Can check it out. But I do know they have a bar. Com'on, let's unwind for a night and just relax. Have a little fun," Dean winked at his brother and pulled at his arm as he started past him.

"Unwind. Relax. Why do I get the feeling this is going to lead to me being in pain for some reason?" Sam followed Dean out who was just chuckling.

The two brother went down toward the bar. Upon entering, there was hardly anyone there. Spying the bar, both sat together and a bottle of whiskey was ordered up. Two glasses were sat before them and Dean did the honors. Soon the two were moving to a table and quartering the glasses and getting a rather nice buzz going.

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Jess hung up the payphone with an unsatisfying slam. "Why do I even bother calling?" she asked the room in general. She could have quoted her conversation without even needing to have it. Her father would ask if she had found anything new leading to the Demon. She would say no. Her father would then ask in that oh-so-guilt inducing voice if she was even really trying. Or was she just out driving cross country for the hell of it, seeing the sites and forgetting the all important revenge.

Jess let out a loud exhale and started to walk to the bar. Almost there, she paused, head lifting slightly. Something smelled familiar to her. Not certain if it was someone she knew, she quickly scanned the room. When she didn't recognize anyone, she continued to the bar and ordered up a shot of tequila.

"Oh that is so not fair. You cheated!" Sam reached across the table, which had some of the brown liquid they had been drinking spilled upon it. He tried to hit his brother.

Dean leaned back chuckling, "I did not cheat. It's called skill, Sammy. I win so now you have to drink." Dean's face held a smug look. "Now drink up, cry baby."

Sam kicked him under the table, watching as Dean let out a yelp and grabbed at his shin. "I think you are just trying to get me drunk. Hey, we're out of whiskey." Sam tipped the bottle upside down.

Dean kicked Sam back. "Then go get us another bottle. Oh, and Sammy, don't walk leaning to one side."

"Jerk" Sam got up, wobbling a bit as the room suddenly spun before stopping. Dean was snickering as Sam just glared at him and walked over to the bar. He stopped a little bit away from the woman there, "Say, what do you recommend would get him plastered?" Sam pointed back to his brother with his thumb as he asked the bartender.

The man just shook his head and walked away to fetch a bottle. The night was slow and had been for a while. Things were slow for a while so it was entertaining to see anyone like this.

Sam was leaning on the bar waiting when he glanced over to the woman, "Hi," he nodded and smiled to her.

She had been watching the stranger out of the corner of her eye as she downed her second shot. She knew he smelled familiar, but could not for the life of her figure out from where. The alcohol in her system made her less cautious than usual. "Hi," Jess said as she turned the glass and thumped it onto the bar. "I'd tell you to try some Cuervo Gold, but then I'm a cheap drunk."

Sam gave that pearly white smile of his that made his cheeks dimple a bit like his father's, "Cuervo Gold huh?" He looked back toward his brother, "Well I'm a cheap drunk too but my brother back there..." He turned back to her, "Hey, Cuervo Gold," Sam asked the bartender who grabbed the bottle and placed it before them. "Oh, sorry, I'm being rude, name's Sam." He grabbed the bottle then looked at her glass, "Say, want to join us?" Sam motioned with his other hand, still in a cast. He had broken his wrist several weeks back, trying to get a zombie back in her grave and put an end to her murder streak.

He did have a nice smile, she thought before answering. "I'm Jess," she said. It couldn't do any harm to join him and his brother and have a little fun for once. She'd get drunk, have a few laughs, and then stumble off to her room to sober up. "If you guys don't mind, why not?"

"Well since it was your suggestion, you and I are both cheap drunks, maybe you can help me gang up on my brother." He smiled as he took the bottle and escorted her to the table.

Dean looked up and quirked an eyebrow. What was this? "Brought re-enforcements? Or is she gonna be a referee?"

"Jess, this is my brother Dean." Sam introduced as he pulled a chair out for her before taking his own seat. "I invited her since she recommended the drink choice." He sat the bottle before Dean.

"Tequila? Mixing drinks, Sammy? Okay," Dean grabbed the bottle and was pouring as he spoke, "It was your idea, little lady? Did he tell you we were playing quarters for drinks? Or do you have a better game in mind?" He looked to her under his long lashes.

"He didn't mention quarters," Jess added with a sideways glance at Sam. But she pulled out a coin. "But I think I'm up to the challenge."

Dean smirked, "Alrighty, now we have a game. Hey, Sammy, maybe you won't have to drink so much."

"You cheat," Sam answered.

"Oh, ladies first," Dean offered up while rolling the coin over the backs of his fingers.

Jess took the coin with a smirk. She made a big show of lining up the shot, aiming it just so. And her smile grew wider when the coin hit the inside of the glass with a satisfying thunk. "I believe," she said as she poured out a shot and passed it to Dean, "That this is yours."

Dean tipped his head to Jess with a bit of a smirk before taking the glass.

"You are going down," Sam grinned with a bit of confidence.

"You keep dreaming that," Dean informed his brother before tipping the drink back, drawing in a breath and letting it out as he sat the glass down.

Sam gave his turn a try and missed. He gave out a little curse and sank back in his chair, his long legs touching her for a moment which caused him to sit up and whisper a sorry. Instead reverting to pushing his chair back and leaning on his knees.

Dean took his go, landing it solid just as Jess did. He pulled the coin out and was looking between the two. He then flipped the coin and grinned, "You win, little lady, this is yours. Sorry, Sammy, you lucked out." Dean pushed the glass to her.

She hadn't had a chance to pull away from Sam when he touched her. And maybe it was the alcohol loosening her up, but she didn't want to. "Fair enough." Jess picked up the glass and threw back her head, downing the shot. "And don't call me 'little lady'," she added.

Dean just gave a chuckle, "Fair enough, just don't call him Sammy, only I get to do that. Right, Sammy?" He kicked his brother, knocking a leg so Sam nearly fell off his leg with his elbow.

"Jerk," Sam grumbled out as he sat up straighter.

"Bitch," Dean retorted. "Umm, your go," Dean pushed the quarter to her.

Jess picked up the quarter and bounced it. "Damn," she cursed when she missed cleanly. "I'm way too sober to have missed that. So tell me," she said as she grabbed the bottle and poured out her shot. "What brings you boys to the fine town of..." She frowned thoughtfully. "Where the hell are we anyway?"

"What? Small towns in Connecticut not exciting enough for you?" Dean watched as Sam took the quarter seeming to concentrate on it and then bounced it, dropping it in the glass, barely. "Bitch."

"Drink, you jerk," Sam was beaming.

"I think you two are in cahoots. Conspiring against me. Gonna take advantage of me when I'm drunk?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Sam and winked at Jess as he took the glass and downed it once again.

"No," Sam kicked him then sprawled, crossing his arms. This time he didn't move his leg as it hit his brother and Jess.

"You wish," Jess said. She didn't move back when Sam hit her, although she did jump slightly. "Although..." she added with a speculative look at both brothers. Either she was drunker than she thought, or she was in heat. Probably both. And for some reason, that thought struck her as funny. "Never mind," she said around the giggles.

Dean gave a chuckle then took his turn, this time hitting the glass and then pushed it toward his brother who just groaned.

Sam downed the drink, "I think you will have better luck with him. I think he plans on making me pass out. Or dance with a lamp shade on my head."

"And take blackmail pictures?" Jess grabbed the coin and took her shot. "Yessss!" She poured out the drink and after a moment passed it over to Sam. "I wanna see the lampshade thing."

Dean gave a laugh, "I like this woman. Didn't think about taking pictures, but good idea."

Sam gave Dean a look. Then he looked down at the glass and back up to her. "Okay, I see how it is now."

"Oh, he looks so cute in one. When he was eight... OUCH!" Dean grabbed his shin again as Sam kicked him.

Sam took his drink, making a face as it went down before grabbing the quarter. He then flicked it and it bounced, landing on the edge, wobbled then stayed. Both Sam and Dean leaned in to look at it. "Dude," they both said together.

"The hell?" Cautiously Jess bent down to look at it from table level, and then check under the table as well. There was no magnet she could spot. "No frickin' way." She was a bit wobbly as she leveled herself back up on one arm. "Does this mean we all have to take a shot?"

Both brothers looked up to her at once, their green eyes shinning with drunkenness though Sam's worse than Dean's. "Good idea." Dean nodded.

"Whoa, I made the shot so you two have to drink, not me." Sam shook his head. He grabbed the quarter, still nodding.

"Okay, you go first," Dean pushed the glass to Sam.

"Okay," Sam took the glass and downed it.

She was sober enough to know that something funny had just happened, but not enough to work out the logic. She poured out two more drinks, pushing one in Dean's direction. "So you never answered my question. What are you guys doing in... Cornwall?"

Dean looked at her, "We didn't? Sam. What are we doing here?" He pushed his glass to him.

"Well..." Sam tried to think and lifted the glass, taking a drink. "We're on vacation and..." He looked down at the glass then back to Dean, "Didn't I just drink?"

Dean shook his head, "Nah, oh and it's your go." Dean gave a smile toward Jess as well.

Something seemed off, but she was feeling too buzzed to care. Jess picked up the coin and tossed it. It barely made it into the empty glass. Both brothers had nice smiles, she thought. There was something familiar about it, and the shape of their eyes. Something she thought she should have recognized. "Um... I forget. Does this mean you take a drink or I do?"

"Well you do of course," Dean answered and pushed the glass towards her. He could see it now, dragging two little drunkers up to bed, make a puppy pile out of them while he found something to do.

"You sure?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

Jess stared at the glass seriously before wrapping her fingers around it. "The important thing about drinking is knowing when to say when," she intoned solemnly. She then downed the glass. "I should have said when about three drinks back."

Sam grabbed her hand, "Then we should..." He gave a hiccup, "Umm, excuse me..." He smiled, "... We should stop while we are ahead then." He hiccuped again.

"Okay, kids, then what do we do now?" Dean asked in rocking his chair back on two legs.

"Um, sleep it off, I guess." Jess imitated Dean's move, but overbalanced. It took an undignified flailing of her arms to grab the edge of the table to keep from falling over.

Sam quickly grabbed Jess, pulling her back up right and he over did it and she was suddenly upon his lap.

"Well I see what Sammy has on his mind." Dean gave a chuckle and he was suddenly falling over as Sam kicked his chair.

She should have been trying to extricate herself from Sam's lap, but she couldn't get the coordination together to do so. But she burst out in laughter at the stunned expression on Dean's face as he went toppling over. "So that's what this whole game was about?" She should say no, muster as much dignity as she was capable of, and storm out. And she would have, except for four reasons. She was drunk, she was lonely, she was hurting over her father's conversation, and she hadn't heard from... him... for over six months after a cryptic message that left her hopeful. "Oh why the hell not."

Dean looked up to Sam then started to get up. He was grumbling under his breath.

Sam's glassy green eyes turned to Jess, "No, no, was just an innocent game. Really. And..." He stopped staring at her, "Why the hell not?"

"Oh com'on, Sammy..." Dean rolled his eyes, "Offer to walk her back to her room, but give me our room key first and I'll see you for breakfast." He looked to Jess. "Right?"

"Uh, yeah," Jess said. Except that she had her demon hunting materials spread out over the walls, not to mention her weapons in various stages of being cleaned and reloaded. Come to think of it, maybe it would be a good way to get out of what she was about to do. Except that she would also be disappointed if he did.

She squirmed around on his lap so she could look up at him. In order to make it work, she had to hook her arm over his neck. "I'm drunk, but I'm not that drunk, Sam," Jess said. "I'm clear enough that I'm not going to cry rape afterwards. And I don't say yes that often."

Dean looked at Sam and Jess, wondering if his brother would go for it. After Ava going missing and him taking the blame for it, this might be what he needed. Dean walked over and reached in Sam's pocket, getting the key. "See you two," Dean smirked, gave a wink and took the bottle with him.

The squirming Jess did upon Sam's lap had some reaction upon him and he turned his head to her. "You don't have to..." He reached up brushing her hair back, "We don't have to do anything. But I will walk... okay more like stumble, back to your room." He however wasn't moving as he just gazed at her.

"Gently letting me down, huh?" Jess let out a heavy sigh as she shakily rose to her feet. Just her luck that she had run into one of the last decent guys. "Come on, let's get me back to my room."

Her walk was still shaky as they headed side by side out the bar. The coolness of the outer hall lounge air did some effect to revive her. "Look, Sam, I just want to say I'm sorry. This isn't how I normally am - getting drunk and picking up strangers. It's been a bad week," she said as they started passing numbered rooms. "Hell, it's been a bad life."

Sam walked along beside her, "Didn't say I was turning you down," he kicked his foot at nothing, stumbled a bit. "If it makes you feel any better I don't normally either. And... you aren't the only one having a bad life." He bumped into a table in the hall, quickly turning to catch a non falling plant. He moved back and banged into her, grabbing at her as if he felt he nearly knocked her over. "Sorry," he mumbled out.

Jess should have moved back and out of his grasp. But she found she didn't want to. She pushed up on her toes and let out a frustrated growl when she realized that she was still too short to reach him. "Get down here, damn it," she whined in a needy tone.

Sam leaned down, his mouth finding hers but not before their noses bumped and then foreheads as well. He groaned at the bump then just pulled her to him and kissed her, cupping her cheek with one hand as he pushed her back against the wall. He had to crouch which wasn't easy for a tall drunk man. "Umm, where is your room?" He asked between the kisses.

"Um... room 128," she muttered between kisses. She began fumbling in her front jean pocket. And her frown grew more and more pronounced as she checked each of her pockets. "Shit," she said, and then burst into giggles. One problem solved, but it created another for her. "I lost my key." Could this night get any better for her? Or maybe there was a way to salvage it. "You think your brother is going to be returning any time soon?"

"Hmm," Sam started to laugh, "Well, I think..." He had turned looking up and down the hall, "One flight up," He took her hand and headed down the hall at a near run, he took the stairs but since she wasn't quite keeping up, he reached to her, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and continued. He saw a cleaning lady. "Ma'am... oh, hey, I.... my brother has the key to my room and..." He started reaching in his pockets for money but the woman rolled her eyes and unlocked the door, "Thanks," he got them in and dropped her on the bed. He went to his bag and was looking for a tie. "Need a tie for the door," He informed her.

She was still a bit breathless from being manhandled around, although under much more pleasant circumstances than the last time she had been. And from the laughter at the expression on the poor maid's face. "Don't tell me you actually use that cliche," she asked as she toed off her boots.

"It was his idea, not mine." He pulled one out, "New I had one." He took the tie and put it on the door. He then closed it, locked it and came back to her. His own shoes taken off. He climbed on the bed beside her, "Now, where were we?" He leaned down to her, this time taking his time to kiss her. "I will have to warn you, it's... it's been a while for me."

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close. "Been a while for me too, Sam," she said between kisses. Her hands started to slide around to his chest to unbutton his outer shirt. "Figured a cute stud like you would be beating them off with a stick."

Sam gave a laugh, but then a sad little sigh, "It's a long story of sort, for another time," He reached to start lifting her shirt, slipping his hand under to touch her skin. She was soft, warm and he wanted to feel more, even if his head was swimming. "Wait, I think I should undress myself." Sam pushed up, indicating the reason being his cast. He started pulling his shirt off over his head, along with the other, his vision blocked as he tried to get it off and in doing so, exposed the finely developed body under the shirts.

Jess let out an appreciative purr as she caught sight of his torso. She rose to her knees and scooted a little closer to him. "Easy," she said, helping lift the shirts over his head. "Let me help you get this off." But she couldn't resist kissing him again as his head reappeared.

Sam wrapped his arms around Jess. He felt clumsy with his cast but his other hand was still working fine. "Your turn," he whispered as he went to get her shirt off as well. Sam didn't break the kisses he was giving till he had to. When her shirt was high enough over her full breast to get it off, he pulled back, pulling it higher and letting her arms slip out as he pulled it off inside out and then surged in to kiss her. He moaned as he tried to unhook her bra. He got the clasps open at last, pulling it off her shoulders.

Jess leaned back to make it easier for him to pull it off. She held back for a second so Sam could take a good look. And there was a playful look in her eyes as she glanced down his torso, eyes coming to rest on his crotch. "Well," she said letting her fingers drift down the same path. "Let's see what you're hiding."

Sam felt a warm blush wash over his body. She was beautiful. Her breasts pert and she was well toned, kept in shape. As her eyes moved over him, he looked down like a little boy. He lifted his eyes without moving his head. He could feel her hand moving down him all to clearly, his drunken state making him fully aware which in turn had him fully erect. He gave a little laugh, "At this moment, I don't think I'm hiding anything." He moved off the twin bed, leaning into her to steal a kiss before going up right to undo his pants. The belt didn't give him as much trouble as his pants alone did. He couldn't seem to get the button through the hole until Jess helped and undid his pants.

The already loose material fell from his hips a bit and he pushed them down with his underwear. The young man was well endowed, just like this brother and father. "Here I am," he spread his arms showing off his body when he heard the door being jiggled and Dean tumbled in to stopped, seeing his brother fully nude and a very topless Jess. "Dean?!"

Dean was trying very hard not to laugh but couldn't hold back as he bust out laughing. "Oh, sorry," He managed to get out, "I'll just..."

Jess had rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one arm. Her eyes widened as the fabric fell away from his hips and she let out an appreciative purr. The rest of him was just as well defined and toned as his chest. And she couldn't help but squirm in anticipation as her eyes rested on his erection.

Slowly she sat up on the edge of the bed, undoing the top button of her jeans. Jess was reaching for him when she heard the rattle of the door. Instinctively she turned towards it, giving Dean an excellent view. "Jeez!" she squealed, diving for the bed, scrambling to reach a shirt or a sheet to pull over her. She cast a glare up at Sam as she felt her cheeks turning bright red. "I thought you said the tie was his idea!"

"DEAN?! What the hell are you doin here?" Sam grabbed for his shirt to cover himself.

Dean tried to breath, "Oh com'on, Sammy, ain't nothing I haven't seen before. Remember I used to give you a bath? You kicking and screaming," he walked in the rest of the way, going over to his bag.

"Dude?" Sam moved but in his drunken state, fell over on the bed atop of Jess.

"Hey, hey, wait till I leave there, tiger," Dean chuckled and pulled out a box of condoms and tossed it over, hitting Sam. "I only came back to give you these since you probably had none. And well, didn't really expect you to be here."

"The tie was on the door, dude."

"Oh, yeah, it was," Dean smirked in walking around his bed. "Um, have fun you two. Go back to playing Doctor or whatever games you two were playin."

Jess sunk lower into the mattress, wondering if it was possible to be any more embarrassed. And then found out that it was possible when Sam ended up on top of her. She let out a grunt as the air was knocked from her lungs. This was not what she had in mind by any stretch of her imagination. "Look, maybe I should just leave," she said apologetically to Sam.

"No, no, no, you stay right there," Dean waved his hand at her.

Sam grabbed the pillow behind her and tossed at Dean as he ran for the door and was out but not before he peeked back in, "Oh, Sammy, do everything I would do." He pulled the door shut, and one could hear him laughing.

Sam made a face then dropped back, rolling to his back, hand over his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," Jess said. "I'm sorry, Sam. This isn't what I intended at all." She laid back and blew air through her cheeks as her hand reached for his. "Maybe I should go," she said, and then cast a suspicious glare at the door. "Unless your brother is sitting out there to keep me from doing so. Pervert's probably listening through the door, too."

"Not what I intended either," Sam mumbled out. He turned his head to her, a soft smile pulled at his lips, "Dean's a pervert but not that much of one." He frowned then sat up, reaching over the side for her bra and top. He handed them over to her while trying to be modest himself, now looking away then turning his back. "I'm really sorry, I'll understand if you don't want me to escort you back to your room. You lost your key right?" He was grabbing his pants and underwear to pull them on.

"Yeah, I'll have to head up to the front desk and get a spare," she said. She started to pull her bra on, but paused. "Sam, I can be convinced to stay, if you want me to." She shook her head. "I just suck at this whole 'one night stand' thing."

"You aren't the only one," Sam again mumbled. "I hadn't had a 'one night stand'... ever." He looked back to her, "Do you want to stay?" He reached back, gently brushing her hair back even as he swayed a bit.

She leaned into his touch as she thought. "Yes," she said, pulling close to kiss him gently. "And don't say it like it's a bad thing. I think it's kinda sweet."

Sam leaned in, kissing her just as gentle and tenderly. His uncasted hand came up to cup her cheek as he kissed her, twisting his body around while laying them back. He moved his hand down to her neck then lower still.

Jess shifted a little closer as one arm wrapped around his back. She let out a little gasp as a large warm hand hand cupped her breast. Her hand slowly slid down his spine, pausing when she reached the slight barrier of his jeans. And then she was sliding under them to cup his ass.

Sam's leg moved between hers, pushing up till he could feel the heat between her legs upon his own. They both still head their jeans on but the heat was clearly there. His larger hand curled a bit, giving her breast a little squeeze before he moved it around her back to press her closer to him. He was restricted with his other hand but it was supporting her while he moved his mouth over her skin.

Sam pulled back from the kiss, his head dipping to get at her neck, gently sucking on little parts but not enough to leave marks. And now he couldn't help himself as he rolled her nearly on top him, trying to get her jeans off her.

Jess let out a soft moan with each kiss. Her breath caught as he pulled her over him. "Easy," she soothed as she reached down to undo her jeans. It took a little creative wiggling and squirming for her to work them and her underwear off without moving away from Sam. Now nude, she felt vulnerable as she let him look her over. "Like what you see, Sam?"

Sam nodded, wishing like all hell he didn't have the freakin' cast on. He wanted to touch her all over but, "Umm, I guess it's my turn... again," he reached for his own pants, having not done them up, he lifted his hips and pushed them down. "Easier to get on than off," he grumbled to himself. He finally got them off then blushed a little, "Like what you see, Jess?"

"I did the first time," she said. Jess kissed his lips lightly. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Sam." Her hands rubbed over his chest, lightly teasing and tickling. Her mouth wandered lightly over his jaw and neck. "And I'm going to warn you, it's been a while for me too."

"Probably... probably not as long as..." Sam gasped a bit, "Me..." He moaned in pulling her fully to him, getting her on top of him as he kissed her. This was a better position for him, he didn't have to lean on his cast though he had a feeling he would end up on top. He reached up, brushing her hair back as he leaned in to kiss her, one hand leaving her hair to wonder over her body, reaching around to cup her ass and rock her slightly against his cock.

"Wanna bet?" she gasped as her hips tilted forward. Jess glanced around for the box Dean had thrown at them earlier. She spotted it half buried by the blankets. "Well," she said as she extracted one foil packet. "Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?"

"Do you mind?" He held up his cast and gave a little helpless smile.

"Not at all," Jess said. Slowly she slid backwards along his legs. She tore the foil packet open, looking absolutely confident. But there was a slight tremor to her hand as she touched him.

Sam reached out, touching her hand, "Jess," he sat up as he whispered her name, "You don't have to do this," He moved his hand over her arm, caressing, "Really, it's okay."

She leaned against his hand. "I do, Sam," she said. "Like I said, it's just been a while." She crawled up his body to kiss him, pressing herself close against his chest.

Sam moaned, wrapping his arms around as he looked up at her. He kissed her deeply, and he could feel his cock pressed between them. He wasn't going to force her. As much as he wanted this, it had to be her lead and not his. He was sober enough for that.

She squirmed against him, still hesitating. There was a tiny, sober part of her mind that told her that she should back off, that she was cheating. Except there was a memory of... him... telling her that she shouldn't wait. Jess pulled back to take a deep breath and readjusted herself, sliding down the length of his erection.

Sam groaned and his eyes closed, his head coming to rest upon her chest and sliding to her shoulder the further down she pressed upon him. Sam tightened his grip upon her. "Jess," he breathed, trembling this time. He lifted his head to her and nuzzled till he found her mouth, kissing her deeply as his hips started to move in a slow motion.

She let out a soft whimper, returning his kiss. Her arms wrapped around Sam's shoulders, anchoring herself more firmly against him. And she slowly started moving her hips in a counter-motion to his. "God, Sam," she whispered softly. She was going to be sore in the morning from being stretched, but it was going to be worth every moment.

Sam closed his eyes, burying his face in her neck. She was so tight. So hot. So soft and he almost felt like he shouldn't be doing this. Not just for a one night stand. What happened to him? Had he truly gotten that lonely? He started moving a bit faster, lifting his head to her, gazing into her eyes, "God, you are beautiful," he whispered. He leaned in and kissed her soft lips once again but this time he shifted, turning them so he was atop of her, resting on his elbow while he drove into her at a very nice pace.

Did the room spin because he had rolled her under him, or from what he was doing to her? Jess wasn't sure which. All she knew was that he was hitting all the right places. "Sam," she whispered before arching up to kiss him. One leg wrapped around his waist, making her gasp as he rubbed against her clit.

"Ohh, god, Jess," he was moving a bit faster, hating the fact it had been entirely too long and he didn't have the control he used to. She felt entirely too good. She was hot, from what he could feel through the covering and she was feeling just right under him. He raised his head, giving her quick kisses. "I... I don't think I'll be lasting to... to long."

"Just let go, Sam," she moaned. Jess' other leg lifted, arching over his hips, trying to pull him in even deeper. She could feel the heat pouring off of him, making her melt. "I want to feel you..."

It was as if she gave him the right words, the permission and Sam didn't hold back. He rocked into her faster and a bit harder till he tightened his grip and his whole body tensed. A swear left his lips as he came, eyes closed tightly and like his father used to, buried his face in her neck. "Ahh, fuck," he hissed out, feeling like he was nearly going to pass out.

She arched beneath him as she felt Sam's orgasm. Her hands clutched at him tighter as her pleasure swept through her. But his face against her neck almost undid her. It was such a familiar and intimate gesture, one she hadn't realized she missed until Sam did it. But she blinked back the tears from her eyes and turned to nuzzle his cheek. "You are incredible, Sam."

Sam still kept his eyes closed as he tried to regulate his breathing. He gave a little laugh while his head pounded and swam at once. He murmured, "You are too kind. You were the incredible one." Sam shifted his weight to one side and pushed up on his elbow. He ran his hand down her side then back up, picking the strands of hair from her face, "You want me to pass out so you can sneak away?" He teased.

There was muzzy smile on her face as she chuckled. "After that? Sorry. You're going to have to kick me out of bed to get me to leave." She rolled onto her side to face him and reached over to run her fingers through his hair. "Or do I need to leave so your brother can get some sleep?"

"Screw him. He'll drag his ass in here soon enough." He smiled then pulled her in tighter, "Besides, you are much better company than he is." He shifted a bit then reached between them, "Um... hold on, I need to get this thing off." He pulled away, getting up and going into the bathroom to take the condom off and clean up.

"Hurry back." She lifted up on one elbow to watch Sam walk into the bathroom. Then Jess let herself flop back on the mattress with a content sigh. Hands folded over her stomach, she stared up at the ceiling. Right now she didn't want to worry, didn't want to think. She just wanted to enjoy.

Sam came back, his hip hitting the foot post. He then flopped his taller frame onto the bed next to her. "Was that fast enough?" He smiled his regular white tooth smile. He then tickled his finger over her stomach before bringing a large hand to her breast and suddenly got embarrassed for doing so and reached down, pulling the covers up over them.

"Yes," Jess said. He was absolutely adorable when he smiled, she thought. A shiver ran through her at the brief touch on her breast, but blinked in surprise as she found herself being tucked in. "How do you manage to sleep in these without hanging over the edge?" Jess asked as she snuggled in close to him. Her arm wrapped around his waist, nestling them close.

"I usually don't, I have to curl up a bit unless we manage to get full size beds then I sleep diagonally." He put his feet against the foot board and pushed. He held her close nuzzling her, "Tell me something, how come you don't have a boyfriend or do I need to worry about one?"

"Um... not really... I mean...." Jess let out a heavy sigh. "It's complicated. I've been in an on-again, off-again relationship for the last five years. And I guess since I haven't heard from him in over six months, I guess it's over with. Very messy. Wouldn't want to bore you with the details." Jess pressed her lips to his cheek. "How about you? Am I going to be involved in a cat-fight soon?"

Sam shook his head as his head tipped and was looking at the St. Christopher necklace she had. "The traveler," he whispered. "No, I haven't dated or been with anyone since my girlfriend died. Why are you wearing this?"

"Personal reasons," Jess said as her head bent to look at the necklace. She wasn't about to tell him the truth, that it was the focus for a spell that kept her darker side in check. "Reminder of what I could be." She was surprised that he recognized it on sight. Not too many people recognized her medallion. "I'm sorry to hear about your girlfriend, Sam."

"You know, there were those who say he was actually a werewolf because he wore a wolfs head. There's actually some very interesting lore," He paused in looking at her, "Sorry, it's a sort of hobby of mine."

"Odd hobby," Jess said. She hoped there was no strain in the smile she was giving him. An alarm bell was quietly ringing in the back of her head. But anyone doing a websearch would turn up that information. No need to panic, she told herself. "What other hobbies do you have?"

"My brother would say looking up porn on the web," He gave a laugh. "I did a lot of research while in law school," Sam reached up, playing with a strand of hair, remembering how John, his father, would do the same thing as he would hold Sam sometimes when he was younger.

"Law school? Good looks and brains too?" Jess pushed a little closer to kiss his chin. "So do you look up porn on the web?" she asked in a sultry purr. "Anything you'd like to try?"

"No!" He answered quickly then blushed, "I mean...I..." He buried his head in the pillow, "Augh... who thought I would be having this conversation with such a beautiful woman. Yes, it's just so many..."

Jess let out a giggle at his reaction, pressing her forehead to his shoulder. His reaction was something unexpected and touching. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I say we blame the alcohol."

Sam turned his head to her, that cute look of his was gifted to her. He leaned in, "Can I blame the company for wanting me to do those things. Like this," he leaned in, kissing her as he moved his head down to find her breast and suckle upon them.

"No..." Her arms cradled his head, her fingers running through his hair. She let out a shuddering breath as she rolled her shoulders to arch her breasts closer to his mouth. One leg slipped between his.

Sam pressed his erection against her leg, his mouth going to the other side. He gave a hum over that nipples before coming back up and taking both her wrists to move over her head. He had her grab the bars behind him, "Hold on and don't let go even if you want to." He breathed over her lips then worked his way back down again, his mouth worshiping her till he got to her core where he placed both her legs over his shoulders and his mouth covered her.

She did as he instructed, wondering exactly what Sam had in mind. Her fingers wrapped around the spindles, her head lifting to watch his progress. It didn't take her too long to figure out what he intended. "Oh god," she quietly gasped as he moved lower. She tightened her grip as she felt his mouth between her legs, squirming and arching.

Sam's mouth worked her, his tongue exploring all her folds. He sucked upon her clit and nibbled upon her folds. He was taking his time, learning each little place that made her squirm. He delved his tongue into her opening before flat licking his way back up. Sam moaned looking up at her, lapping at her while watching her reaction.

Her lip was caught between her teeth as she looked at Sam. And she didn't disappoint him with her reaction. Every time he hit a sensitive spot, she squealed or wiggled. Her chest was heaving as she stared back at him, eyes wide and dilated.

Sam knew he was doing good. He wasn't as confident as his brother in the sex department, given Dean had more practice but he was getting there with the lovely reactions she was giving. Sam closed his green eyes and with one hand going up to her breast to tease a nipple, Sam's mouth, his tongue worked her lit till she was squirming to much she wanted to pull away. He used his good hand to hold her down to him as he kept going, licking her all over and his chin and mouth was glistening with her juices.

She continued to whimper and whine, twisting under him as much as Sam's hand would allow her. Until she stiffened beneath him, legs locking and pushing her up against him. Jess let out a loud squeal as her head arched back. And then she went limp on the mattress, breathing hard as she raised her head to stare unfocused at him.

Sam lapped at Jess then when he had her clean, he crawled back up her body, wiping his mouth on his arm then settled half atop of her and half beside her. He caressed her, reaching up to pull her arms down. He laid his head down beside her, just gently caressing her. He gave a content sigh, pulling the covers back up around them. "Want to close your eyes for a bit?"

Her breathing had slowly returned to normal as he settled next to her. A nap did sound good, and his touches were encouraging more sleep than another round of sex. Jess turned her head to face him. "But what about you? I mean... didn't you...?" She quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I'm okay," he whispered to her. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, "Now shhh, and just close your pretty eyes."

Jess' expression said she didn't quite believe him, but she didn't argue either. She exhaled and rested her head against his shoulder. One arm settled across his waist as her eyes shut.

Sam closed his eyes as well and fell quickly into a deep sleep. He held her tight for a while till his body relaxed. He didn't hear the door open or the fact that Dean crept in and undressed, sliding into his own bed and with one hand under the pillow, lying on his stomach, he fell asleep himself. Dean just assumed that Jess had gone back to her room. He had no idea she was still there.

It was early morning and Sam woke, his head pounding horribly and his stomach was turning. He gave a groan and quickly threw back the cover and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door closed causing Dean to jump. He blinked in looking around then gave a chuckle. He got up stretching. "Lightweight."

She had been coming in and out until Dean's voice brought her to consciousness. Her eyes snapped open, and immediately she regretted it. Not quite aware of what woke her or where she was, Jess curled upright into a sitting position, fighting a wave of nausea as she did so. One hand covered her eyes, trying to protect them from the light that was doing its best to send daggers directly into her brain.

Something felt off to her. She didn't think she was in her room, but she couldn't remember where she was. And then her memories kickstarted. She met two cute guys in the bar while she was getting drunk, was half dragged, half carried back to his room, great sex, falling asleep next to Sam...

Reflexively Jess drew her knees up to her chest, a vain effort to shield herself. She could hear someone on the other side of the room. And the bed beside her was still warm, but empty. Now her hand stayed over her eyes, as if not seeing him could put off the embarrassment a little longer. "Let me guess," she said in a slightly sleep groggy voice. "A - I'm not in my room. And B - you're Dean."

"Whoa!" Dean whipped around then quickly grabbed the blanket to cover his lower half, which was still covered by his boxer briefs but still. "What... I mean..." He looked back to the door where Sam was then back to her. "You stayed." He eyes dropped to the clothing upon the floor. "You stayed," he gave a grin. "Umm, I'll just dress and..." He grabbed up his jeans, pulling them on as he spoke, next raising his voice to Sam could hear him, "And get you two some breakfast. Maybe some nice juicy pork in an ashtray."

"I hate you," Sam grumbled to him as he hung over the toilet.

"Yeah, I know," Dean chuckled.

Jess' hand slipped from her eyes to her mouth as her shoulders gave a convulsive jump. Fortunately, everything stayed roughly where it should have. Not that she couldn't have been any more embarrassed if she had vomited then and there. Giving up on any sense of modesty, she swung her legs to the side of the bed so she could drop her head between her knees to deal with her spinning head. "If you're going to be torturing us," she grumbled from the head down position. "Could you at least have a little mercy and get some black coffee?"

"Sweetheart, that's a given around us," Dean pulled his shirt on then his other before sitting on the bed to pull his boots on. He stood up, grabbing his wallet and started heading for the door. "Oh, Sammy, we need to talk later when you aren't worshiping the porcelain god, okay," He banged his hand to the door loudly which made Sam groan and shot him a dirty look.

"Yeah, whatever, get out of here, dude or..." He never finished that.

Dean chuckled, "I'll be back with coffee, up-chuckles." He headed for the door. "Oh, score, Sammy 0, Dean 1, or a hundred, something like that." He closed the door behind him with a bang, laughed and headed off down the hall.

Sam came out of the bathroom looking a bit pale and leaned against the door, still nude. "I'm gonna kill him."

"No, let me," Jess said. She experimentally raised her head and turned to look at Sam. "I'd kiss you good morning," she said as she shakily rose to her feet. "But I don't think you'd appreciate it until I brushed my teeth."

"I have an extra toothbrush?" He slowly moved to his bag, bending and groaning as he did, pulling it out and held it out to her. He had already brushed his after his bout with the toilet. "I need a shower and a quiet room. I think I... No, better not or you will make an offering," he gestured back to the toilet.

"Thanks." Jess gathered up her clothes and barely made it in before rushing to the toilet. Emptying her stomach didn't help the pounding headache, but she did feel less shaky as she rose to her feet. After cleaning her teeth, she pulled on the clothes from the night before, deciding she'd shower when she got back to her own room. She'd have to hide some of her stuff as well, if she could convince Sam to come over for more guaranteed privacy...

What was she thinking? Jess looked hard at herself in the mirror. That was exactly what had gotten her into trouble before. And here she was starting the pattern again. "You really do suck at one night stands," she muttered to herself before opening the door, wondering if she'd have a little more time alone with Sam before his brother returned.

Sam made a face as he heard Jess do exactly what he had been doing earlier. He gather up his clothing and at least put his underwear on. He still wanted to take a shower. He wanted to clean off the liquor smell of him. He leaned against the foot board of the bed waiting till he heard her come out. He gave her a soft smile, "The awkward moment has arrived."

"Yeah," Jess said. Her expression was gentle as she took a deep breath and walked towards him. "Look, I know the whole point of a one night stand is one night only, but I was thinking..." She stopped close to him, but didn't reach out yet. "Tonight? My room? I promise I won't lose the key, my brother is on the other side of the country and won't be barging in, and there will be less tequila involved if you like."

Sam looked down then slowly lifted his head, "Can we make it no tequila? I don't think my stomach will ever recover." He was the first to reach out and touch her hand. He pushed from the foot board and leaned down to kiss her softly on the cheek. "Maybe we can do dinner."

Jess squeezed his hand, relief passing over her like a breeze. She nuzzled his cheek. "No tequila," she promised. "And dinner sounds wonderful." She took a small, reluctant step back, but didn't let go of his hand. "I guess I should head up to the front lobby and get a new key."

Sam's arm extended with her step back but he moved in, walking her toward the door. "This time, let's not lose it, okay." He opened the door, stopping to see a smiling and all to chipper Dean at the door.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt," he pushed past Jess and handed her her coffee.

Sam rolled his eyes, "I'll see you around six?" Sam looked to Jess.

"Six it is," Jess said. Since she could reach his cheek even on tiptoe, she lifted their still joined hands to press a kiss to his fingers. "I'll see you then." Then she leaned around him a little to yell, "And thanks for the coffee, Dean." And one last squeeze to Sam's hand before letting go. "Catch you later, Sam."

Dean raised his coffee cup to her and took a drink. Once the door was closed Dean gave a whistle. "Little Sammy has a date. Now Sam..."

"Shut up," Sam rolled his eyes and headed into the bathroom closing the door and leaving Dean snickering.

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Jess had stumbled her way to the front desk and asked for a second key, putting up with the knowing expression of the desk clerk. And then she stumbled back to her room, sucking down coffee the whole time. And once back in her room, the first thing she started doing was stripping out of her clothing and spent an hour under the shower. And though the thought of breakfast still turned her stomach, she felt more human than she did when she first woke up.

Redressed, she started cleaning up her room. The weapons were cleaned and locked into a trunk and slipped under the bed. Her notes were tucked into a leather satchel and also slid under the bed. The salt lining the doors and windows was relocated to above the threshold and sashes, although she wasn't certain it would still do it's job there. And then there was the one last question that plagued her as she opened the closet.

What am I going to wear tonight?

Sam and Dean went about to looking into the deaths that happened at the hotel. Each talking to various people like the bartender and the cleaning people, so on. It took up most of their day and the brothers were nearly exhausted, mostly mentally, when they got back to their room.

"You getting ready for your date?" Dean asked in taking off his jacket.

"My date? Oh shit," Sam looked at his watch and rushed to change.

"Here, let me help you look pretty," Dean walked over to help.

"Get away from me you freak," Sam batted him away.

"Oh," Dean moved around the bed, bent to get something then came back and slapped a couple of packets of condoms in Sam's hand. "You might need these, tiger." He patted Sam's cheek then started straightening his tie.

Sam looked at them then shoved them in his pocket. "Give me the credit card." He took out his wallet.

"Demanding shit," Dean pulled his out and pulled the card out, handing it over. "Should make her pay."

"I'm not gonna make her pay," Sam stuffed the card in his wallet. "A gentleman is suppose to pay."

"Gentleman? And is that what you are?"

"Like you would know anything about it, Mr. Sleazy-pick-up-line."

"Hey, it was my pick-up lines that got you laid last night," Dean pointed at him. "Now get going. Be sure you are in before ten." He smacked Sam's ass.

"Ten?"

"Yeah, ten."

"I'm not a little kid with a curfew."

"Not at night, in the morning. And bring me some coffee." Dean smiled and closed the door in his face.

Sam rolled his eyes and headed off down one flight and to room 128.

Jess had finally pulled out a black dress that hadn't been bled on, rock salt shot through, or stretched and torn when she Changed. She had picked it up when she tank style dress when investigating an incubus stalking the club scene. To make it a little more modest, she added a sweater. And it was one of the rare occasions where she put on makeup. "One date isn't going to hurt anything," Jess told herself as she looked in the mirror.

So now all she had to do was wait. And to make the guilt that lately spoke to her in her father's voice shut up, she pulled out her laptop and started doing some research on the hotel and surrounding area. She was sifting through death records when she heard a knock at the door. She shut down the laptop, smoothed her dress down, and took a deep breath. But there was no hiding the brightness in her smile as she opened the door and saw who was waiting there. "Hi, Sam."

Sam was looking down the hall, looking all pretty in his suit as well. When the door opened his head turned back and he got that stupid stunned look on his face that all guys get when seeing such a pretty vision as she was presenting him. He swallowed hard, "Hi, Jess," he answered back. He stood staring then suddenly snapped out of his daze, "Ready?" he asked, offering his arm.

"Yeah." She took his arm and pulled her door closed. As they walked down the hall way, she had to crane her head up to look at him. Even in heels, she still felt like she was too short. "So where are we going for dinner?"

"They have a nice restaurant here. Is that okay with you, that we eat here? I mean, after last night, not sure if your stomach will handle being so far from your room." He gave a smile. He escorted her into the area and the two were lead to a table. Sam held her chair for her before he sat down. He leaned a bit over the table, "Umm, I'll be honest, I know nothing about wine."

"Cheap drunk, remember?" Jess laughed. "And after last night, I think I'm just sticking to water." She picked up the menu and started to review it, keeping it tilted low enough so she could still see Sam. "Your brother didn't give you too much grief about me waking up there, right?"

Sam nodded, "Me too," he leaned back taking up the menu. He was reading it over, his stomach turning a bit at some of it before he looked up to her, "No," he shook his head and smiled. "Besides, to much and I would have barfed in his shoes." He gave a little laugh then looked down, thinking chicken and a salad would be fine. He sat the menu down, his eyes looking her over. "You look very pretty tonight." God, he was so out of practice.

Jess was still laughing at the comment about Dean's shoes when she started blushing again. "Thanks, Sam. And you look pretty good too. Not that you didn't look good last night. You did, but now, how you're dressed--" And she immediately winced. "I'm going to shut up before I start digging the hole I'm in any deeper."

Sam gave a light hearted laugh and looked up when the waiter came. He motioned for her to go first before placing his own order. "Oh and two glasses of water with mint leaves in them, please." He looked back to her, "I read somewhere mint helps calm your stomach." He gave a little shrug, "Who knows, might be something behind those old wives' tales." He cleared his throat and then looked to her. "You know, I really should apologize for my brother. He's a really..." He seemed to struggle for the words, "... good guy? Dean just... He... He's just Dean." He gave a bit of a laugh.

"He's your brother, in other words," Jess said. She reached over to take his hand. "And it's a brother's job to give his sibling's grief. Trust me, if my older brother were here, we would both be hip deep in it right now. Not to mention that my dad would be in the corner, not saying a word, just cleaning his shot gun." Or would have at one time. Their reactions now would probably be totally different. She pulled herself back to the present, to much more pleasant company. "So, uh, no. You don't need to apologize for Dean. But, if I do spend more time around him, I will start giving as good as I get."

Sam turned his hand over to hold Jess', something he hadn't done since... Jessica. Not even with Sarah did he. He gave a smile, "Sounds like my family. Though my dad had one of those looks but it was directed at me to treat a girl with respect. And cleaning of the shot gun... that is nothing new for me." He gave a thoughtful look, "Though it would be good to see Dean get as good as he gave." He chuckled at the thought.

"My dad would give my brother Mike the same look. But someone told me once it's a completely different ballgame where daughters are concerned." Her hand squeezed his lightly, but she sat back a little when the waiter arrived with their water. "Somehow I think that you're able to keep Dean in line though."

"I try." Sam reached over, taking a drink. "So what brings you into town? You aren't from around here are you?" He asked.

Jess also took a sip of water as well. "No, I'm not local. Actually, I'm from the Bay Area, opposite end of the country." Fortunately she had thought up an answer to this question a long while ago. "My mother died over about sixteen months ago. Things had been a bit tense in the family before, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I booked and have been traveling across country, trying to get my head on straight." Jess looked at him curiously. "How about you?"

"I'm sorry to hear about your mom. Mine... I never knew her. She died when I was a baby." He looked at his glass. "Well, after my girlfriend died, I decided to take time off and been on a road trip with my brother." He looked down then up at her, "You know, you should really try and work things out with your family. Because sometimes family is all you have left."

Jess blinked at the familiarity of the words. "It's a bit more complicated than that, Sam. And believe me, there's nothing more I'd like to do than reconcile. I just doubt that my dad is going to welcome me back with open arms any time soon." She took another sip of water. "Can I ask a personal question, Sam? How did your girlfriend die?"

"I used to think the same thing about my father. We constantly butted heads," Sam looked down then sighed a bit. "She died in a fire. I had just come back from spending the weekend with my brother and... our place was on fire. They still can't tell me the cause." He looked up to her. "So I just, hooked up with Dean and we've been traveling since."

It sounded so familiar to what she had read. A fire of unknown origins, and of course he'd leave out the part about his girlfriend being pinned to the ceiling. Who would believe that? And if it had just been the fire, she would have dismissed it as odd coincidence that cropped up now and then. Except that his brother's name was Dean. And he had mentioned the fact that St. Christopher had supposedly been a werewolf. Too many odd little things were adding up, and she didn't like the conclusion she was drawing.

"Sam, I know this is going to sound weird, but I need to ask it anyway." She seemed oddly tense for such an innocuous sounding question. "What's your last name?"

Sam tipped his head at her. The look upon her face. And the first thing he thought of was Dean. He was in the Fed's data base. Could she be... "Conner," He answered with a lie and also it was the name on the credit card. "Is something wrong?"

Relief flooded through her. "No, um..." Jess shook her head, taking a deep breath. Coincidence. Nothing more. "I just thought for a moment you were related to someone I know. The ex-boyfriend, I mean" she said. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound like some sort of freak. I was just thrown for a moment."

"Oh? Really? What made you think I was?" Sam wondered, now his curiosity was piqued.

"Just..." Jess shook her head. "It's silly." She looked at him, now blushing in embarrassment. "You and your brother's names, they were the same as his sons." She looked up at him from underneath bangs that had fallen forward over her eyes. "He was an older guy."

"Oh," Sam gave a nod as he took a drink. "Well, our names are not unique. I'm sure there are hundred of brothers out there with our names. You're probably right, coincidence, that was what you were thinking? You know... if you still... care for him, maybe you should try and contact him?"

Jess' eyes were hooded with memory as she answered. "I tried after the last time I heard from him. He never responded." One finger ran around the rim of her glass pensively. "I love him, and I think a part of me always will," she admitted. Now her eyes looked to him, asking for understanding. "I just don't know that I can wait for him any more."

Sam this time reached across, "I understand. I... it took me a long time to get over Jessica's death. You... you are actually the first woman I've been with... since her death. I... I was gonna ask her to marry me. I was shopping for rings. But I never got a chance to... I should have never left her." He sighed. "But we all have to move on." He shook his head, "I don't see how my brother does it."

Jess' head tilted to one side. "Love 'em and leave 'em type? Maybe he just hasn't met the right person yet." She squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault she died, Sam. And you're going to drive yourself crazy playing the what if game. I know that one first hand."

Sam nodded, "But if you can do something about it. Could have, how can you not let it effect you?" He pulled his hand away as their plates were brought to them. He sighed a bit then took up his silverware to start eating.

She didn't have an answer for that. The first few bites of her salad she kept quiet, double checking that her stomach was willing to tolerate solids after the abuse she had put it through the night before. And slowly the conversation returned to more light hearted topics. And the meal progressed a lot quicker than Jess had expected.

Sam allowed himself to loosen up after a bit. The light hearted topics helped. After a while, he paid for the meal and offered to walk out on the grounds. He had her upon his arm, the grounds were small so he just walked them around to a little bench where they could sit. He could see their room from where they were. He looked up to see Dean walking back and forth in the room with a glass in his hand. "He looks like a caged animal." He shook his head.

It was pleasant to be outside and alone with him. Jess leaned against him, practically having to tuck her head under his chin to see what he was talking about. "Is there something wrong?" she asked. "Do you need to go check on him?" she asked, although her tone indicated she really hoped he didn't.

"No, he's okay. Knowing Dean, he has some Metallica playing and drinking or surfing for porn on my computer." He pulled her closer. "Dean is good at entertaining himself." He looked down to her, "You know how brothers are."

"Yeah, I know." She leaned against him, head tilting back to look up at him. "But I can't really say that I'm interested in talking about your brother now."

Sam gave a soft smile, "Okay, what topic interests you more?" Sam pulled his arm away, shrugging out of his jacket and placing it around her, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh, um... I guess this means I have to come up with something to talk about." Jess looked at his cast, seeking inspiration. "Well, you and your brother have been road tripping. Tell me about some of the places you've been."

"Places we've been," Sam nodded in thinking, "Well, saw the world's second largest ball of twine. We found this place that used to make great apple pies. Did a little hunting. We usually just head where ever the road takes us." He looked up to the window where Dean was and saw a sign taped to the window. 'KISS HER ALREADY!' He looked away quickly, "Say, it's pretty cold out, why don't we head inside."

"Okay," Jess said, wondering why the double take. She allowed Sam to help her to her feet, but caught sight of the sign out of the corner of her eye. She just shook her head and giggled. "I guess I meet with your brother's approval?" she asked as they walked up the front steps.

Sam gave a chuckle, "I guess so. Though you have to understand my brother. Anything in a dress and sexy legs, nice smile will meet his approval." He held the door open for Jess and walked her toward her room. He walked them past the bar and saw Dean inside, glass in his hand talking to the bartender. He felt a little guilty, Dean was working the case and here he was with a beautiful woman on his arm. And he was the one who told Dean he would keep going.

Her stomach churned slightly as they walked past the bar. "How can he even think about drinking after last night?" And it wasn't that long of a walk before they reached her room. She pulled the key to her room. "Didn't lose it this time," she said as she leaned against the door. "Do you want to come in?"

Sam looked down between them before raising his eyes back to her, "Do you want me to?"

She nodded and looked at the door. "I know I told you that part of me still cares for him, but I can't wait for him any longer. And I know you're hurting still about Jessica -- okay, it's just strange talking about someone with the same name I have like that. But you're right. We both need to start moving forward again." Her hand reached for his as brown eyes sought out green. "And maybe there won't be anything between us other than yesterday and today, but it's a start. So yes, please come in."

Sam nodded, waiting for Jess to unlock the door and walking in. Sam followed, closing the door behind him and locking it. He reached over, taking his jacket from her and sat it down on one of the chairs. "I was gonna ask, have you tried calling your... boyfriend? I mean recently? Letting him know how you feel?"

"No, not recently. I did try calling him after he left the message, but I didn't get any response." She put her purse down on the dresser. "You think I should?"

"If you still care for him, you should. At least till you know for sure that it's over," he reasoned. Sam couldn't believe he was saying what he was. Standing in her room and especially after last night. If Dean was here, he would be kicking his ass about now.

And from her expression, she didn't quite believe he said it either. "You are almost too good to be real, Sam." She looked at her purse, almost seeing through it to the cell phone inside. "How about this? I try calling him one last time. If he's there, I'll talk to him. But if he's not... I go forward."

"Okay, You... want me to leave the room?" He asked hand being shoved into his pockets and feeling the packets of condoms Dean shoved in them. He couldn't help the blush that warmed his cheeks.

Jess shook her head. "Stay, please," she said as she pulled her phone from her purse. She walked over to the bed and sat down. She took a deep breath, blew it out and started dialing.

Her lips moved in silent count with the rings. "Voicemail," she said, patting the spot besides her. She listened to the familiar voice, telling her that he couldn't be reached and to call his son Dean if it was an emergency. She took another deep breath and shut her eyes. "Uh, hi John, it's Jess," she began in a quiet voice. "I really wish you had picked up, because I'd feel better if I could talk to you right now."

"I... um... there's no easy way to say this. I got your message six months ago. And called you back. And waited. And I can't wait any longer." She paused to glance at Sam. "I still love you, and always will. And I know that there are other things that have to take priority. I just can't live wondering when I'm going to hear from you next. I'm sorry, John, but..." She sighed, eyes closing. "Call me, don't call me, I just have to move forward. I can't say that I've met someone, but I'm hoping that I might have. Either way, I have to find out. So, I guess this is goodbye. I'll see you around." Before she could verbally stumble around any more, she hit the end call button and snapped the phone shut.

Sam had sat down beside her Jess, his hand going to her back and rubbing gently as she spoke. He could hear the pain in her voice. She must have really loved this guy... John. He felt bad for her because this guy must be a real jerk for not calling her back. For not just being with her. Of course he wasn't going to say it aloud to her. Sam sort of felt like cornering the man and making him understand how relationships are suppose to be. But she was saying goodbye and moving on.

Sam wrapped his arms around Jess, letting her lay her head against his chest. He rubbed her arm, "You did the right thing." Was all he could say.

Jess just leaned against him for a long moment, arms coming to rest around his midsection. Only one sob escaped her lips before she was pushing away, wiping her eyes, running mascara and eyeshadow giving her a raccoon look. "Thanks, Sam," she said. "Look, I know this isn't what you were planning when you said you'd go out with me. I'll understand if you want to leave."

Sam cupped her cheek, reaching up and wiping a tear away. "No, I don't want to leave. You need someone right now and... Well I'm here." He kissed her forehead. "Com'on, let's sit back." He moved, pulling her with him as he placed his back against the headboard.

Jess kicked off her heels before settling against his side. "Too good to be real, Sam," she repeated as her arm went around his waist. "And I did mean it. The part about wanting to find out."

Sam's hand was petting her hair. He decided to make her smile and reached in his pockets, "So I might still be able to use these?" He dropped the condoms upon her lap with a little smile. He then held her tightly, "I'd like to find out too."

It worked. Her arm around him squeezed as her head burrowed into his shoulder. "I'd say the odds are pretty good." Jess stretched up to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks for staying."

"It's my pleasure," He brushed her hair back then tipped his head as he heard it start to rain. "Raining." He tipped his head back to look out the window.

Jess stretched to listen. "Yeah, it is." She scooted a little higher on the bed so she could more easily reach his face, trying to figure out some way to return to the lighthearted conversation of earlier. "You like the rain, Sam?"

"When I was a kid, I used to think it was God crying because Dean said I did something to hurt his feelings. Then as I got older, I liked to think of it as... washing away some of the troubles of life and the world. And I remember wrestling with my brother in the mud when it did. God, our dad would yell at us..." He shook his head.

"You and your brother seem really close," she said. Jess didn't think that she heard him mention his father before. "Your dad sounds like the standard dad, yelling at whatever us kids did that was fun."

"When he was around. He was very strict and..." Sam swallowed and looked down, "...hey, you wanna go play in the rain?" He asked suddenly. Sam was starting to get up.

"What?" Jess giggled as he pulled her to her feet. She didn't step back into her heels, but the work boots that she usually wore. "You're serious? It sounds like fun but..." She laughed again. "Why not. I seemed to have abandoned any maturity and dignity I had since last night."

Sam gathered up the condoms and shoved them back in his pocket then grabbed his coat and her hand. "Why not. It's not gonna hurt us." He rushed back outside with Jess in tow and pointed to a swing set. He lead her over, sat her down and started pushing her. He was laughing with her when he looked at the swing set and tipped his head. He saw the five star, the same one he had been seeing all around the place. Someone was using this for protection.

Jess had been gripping the chains tightly as Sam pushed her, almost shrieking with laughter. She hadn't been on a swing set since she was eleven, and forgot how breathless it could leave her swooping higher and higher. But she realized something had caught Sam's attention as each swing went lower. "Hey! Did Dean put up a new sign or something?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. No," Sam seemed to snap out of the thoughts he was mulling over. Moved over, going to sit on the other one. He was rocking on it, twirling the chain. "You really think... this... between us... is a second chance for what we both lost?"

She drug her feet through the grass to stop so she could look at Sam. "I'd like to think so," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. "I hope so. I mean, I trust my instincts enough to know that there's something there. I don't trust them enough to identify what it is." Plus there were a whole different set of issues that she was ignoring for the moment. "My life is just really messed up right now."

Sam nodded, "I know what you mean. For so long I avoided anything. Any possibilities. And there were chances. Times. They just... didn't seem right. I guess, now I'm ready. And I think she would have wanted me to go on." Sam started rocking from side to side, moving in closer to her then away. He gave a laugh, "I guess our lives are pretty close the same."

She let out a slightly bitter laugh. "Oh God, Sam, I hope for your sake that's not true." She tilted back to look up at the cloudy sky, wincing when a large drop hit her in the forehead. She could feel her dress clinging to her, as well as her hair. And she didn't even want to think about what state her makeup was now in. "Okay, be honest," she said suddenly twisting upright to face him. "It doesn't freak you out at all that I have the same name as her?"

Sam grabbed her chain when he got close to her, "Maybe a little but..." He gave that cute grin of his, "At least when I call, I won't mess up the name." He let go, swinging back the other way and away from her and her reach.

There was laughter in her voice as she yelled. "Oh you jerk! Here I was thinking you were the perfect man and you go and say that!" She pushed off to the side, trying to and just missing grabbing him.

Sam let out a laugh and used his long legs to try and keep from getting to close to her but his shoes slipped in the mud and he was just barely in her reach. "Well it's true!" He surged from the seat and started to run.

Prey drive instincts of the wolf kicked in. Jess gathered her legs under her and pushed off, not bothering to follow him directly. Instead she tracked the curve of his path and bolted in an intercept, arms spread to tackle him. "You're supposed to let me live in blissful ignorance that you even thought of that!"

Sam was laughing, something he hadn't done in a while except at Dean when he was hitting the ground, sliding on the grass a bit and found her atop him, hitting at him. He couldn't stop laughing, "But it's true!" He rolled so he was on top of her. Sam stopped before leaning down and kissing her.

Her further protest was swallowed by the kiss she had been waiting all night to feel. Her hands wrapped around his forearms so she could pull herself closer. She was pretty certain the dress was ruined, there was a stick poking her in the spine, and it would take forever to get the mud out of her hair. But the only movements Jess made were to get closer to him.

Sam lowered down to his elbows, kissing her while one hand moved down her side. He moved his hand to her dress and started using his fingers to gather the material till her leg was exposed and his hand could go around it and between it, slowly moving up higher.

Jess let out a soft whimper, trying to relax so he'd have an easier time reaching where they both wanted to go. She couldn't wait to see his reaction when he realized that the underwear she was wearing tonight was a lot skimpier and lacier than what she had been the night before.

Sam's wet hand moved even higher when he heard a noise and his head lifted and saw Dean stumbling out the door. He didn't look like his normal self. If anything his face looked angry and hurt. Sam pulled away, "Dean?" His brother didn't seem to hear him and Sam got up, just throwing a look at Jess then going over. "Dean?"

Dean turned his head, he was saying, "Well lookie here. The precious one. The one I have to give up everything I ever wanted for." He pushed Sam away from him.

"Dean?!"

"Don't Dean me, fuckin' run off on me twice." He pushed him in the chest. "Fuckin' just poof, left me. Just like dad. The man you never wanted to be like, you sure as hell go out of your way to be. Especially now that he's dead."

"Dean, why are you say all this?" He grabbed his brother to make him look at him, "Oh god... he's been drugged. And he's burning up." He looked back to Jess.

"Get off me," Dean started to struggle.

She had blinked in surprise when she felt Sam pulling away from her. Obviously, something was wrong with Dean for Sam to react the way he did. She rolled to her feet, trying to straighten the dress the best she could as she followed Sam, not quite certain how involved to get.

"Hey! Easy Dean," she said, grabbing onto a flailing arm. The leather jacket under her hand felt familiar, but she wasn't paying attention to it. She gestured to Sam with her head towards the door. "Let's get you back inside."

Dean jerked his arm away, "GET OFF ME!" He shouted then turned and punched Sam then pushed Jess away.

"DEAN!?" Sam ran after Dean tackling him and the two started fighting as they rolled. Sam finally got Dean pinned after taking a few blows from him and the brother's head turned contorting in tears of pain.

"He was so damn worried about you. All your life you were all he cared about. He would come in, first thing he ask was how you were. Were you safe. And the moment you were gone... He left me. Didn't give a shit about. Not even when I was dying. And the one..."

"Shh, Dean, you're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay," Sam slowly climbed off him, helping him up. "Jess, help me get him back to the room."

"Yeah." Sam was carrying most of Dean's weight, so all she could really do was guide them towards the stairs. Jess stepped ahead and cleared the path, opening doors and moving things out of the way. And made a note to come back and take a closer look at a vase she saw an odd engraving on. "You want to put him in my room since it's closer, Sam?"

Sam nodded, taking Dean over toward her room. When she got the door open, Sam got him inside and placed him against a wall. He started undressing him, "Help me get him out of these wet clothes." He was working on Dean's pants at the same time pulling off his own. "Get a warm shower going," He nodded to her letting her know he would get the rest.

He leaned Dean into him and took him into the bathroom. "I'll take care of you, Deano," he whispered, holding him tightly.

"I can't go on," Dean was limp, and he was burning up. "Start the shower."

Jess nodded and stepped into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, making sure the hot water tap was wide open. "Anything else you need?" she asked. There wasn't too much else that she could do here for the brothers. "Hey Sam, why don't you toss me your keys? Maybe I can figure out what he got into? Or at least how much he's been drinking?"

Dean held onto Sam as his brother got him into the shower. "Look in his pants pocket if you can't find it there, I suspect he left it in the door." Sam stood in the shower with his brother, holding him up. "Dean, what happened?"

"Huh?" Dean turned his head to Sam, "He always loved you best." He looked away, "I did everything he asked and still..."

"I got you, Dean," Sam looked to her, "Thank you, Jess."

Jess nodded, trying hard not to look at the nude brothers. Once Sam and Dean were in the shower, she stripped out of the wet dress and into a faded pair of jeans and old T-shirt. She quickly checked Dean's jeans. "Found it. Back soon," she yelled, and then was out the door.

She quietly went up to the brother's room, unlocking it before she heard a soft sniffle. Jess looked down the hall to spot the owner's daughter leaning against a door, crying. "Tyler?" She asked as she walked over to the child and bent down to her level. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

It took a little coaxing, but Jess got the story from Tyler that Maggie had put something in Dean's drink, one of her grandmother's pills. After a quick conversation with her mother got a quick list of what drugs her mother was on. After quickly checking Dean and Sam's room to get an idea how much alcohol was in his system, she was dashing back down to hers.

"Back," she yelled out as she picked up her laptop. Jess immediately started hitting medical websites and reading up on various stroke treatment medications and their affects when combined with alcohol. "How you guys holding up?"

Sam was trying to hold Dean up when Jess returned. He had them out of the shower and was walking them about, fearing what was in Dean if he went to sleep would keep his brother there. "Com'on, Dean, stay with me." He at least now had towels around their waists. "He's heavy."

"Yeah, well your... your..." Dean couldn't finish. "Hey... let's have sex... all of us..." His hand made a big circle. "We can..."

"I think we need to get him to a hospital. His eyes are dilating." Sam moved them closer, "Can you go up to our room, get us some dry clothes and the car keys."

Jess was already gathering up her purse. "Susan's already called 9-1-1 and an ambulance is on the way. Apparently Maggie thought it would be funny to put some of her grandma's medications into a bottle of whiskey Dean bought tonight." She was already on the way out of the door. "They said to keep him awake. I'll be back with the clothes, but you're not driving anywhere."

She was back upstairs, grabbing a change of clothes for Sam and for Dean. It would probably be pointless to dress Dean, since they'd just start cutting clothes off of him right away. Grabbing a bag, she began packing a set for Dean and some for Sam to wear now. Her fingers brushed past a leather book of some sort, but spurred on by approaching sirens, she grabbed the clothes and ran downstairs.

Sam was still walking Dean when she arrived, "Here, can you take him?" Sam pushed his brother to her, grabbing the bag and getting dressed.

Dean leaned on Jess, "You have the hots for Sasquatch over there. What's wrong with me? Why can't I find nice frisky girls. I'm an ass, aren't I. A smart ass ass. I don't blame you. Hey, my dad ditched me too. But he always found time to look in on Sammy while he was at Stanford. Real loving dad he was." Dean's eyes watered and his lips trembled. "But hey," He forced a smile. "I know the perfect wedding present...a step ladder."

"I'll take him," Sam grabbed Dean from her once he was dressed, heading for the door with their bag over his shoulder. "Com'on, Dean."

Jess followed, pulling out her keys. She knew it was the drugs and alcohol, but there was something setting off a bell in the back of her head. But she didn't have time to puzzle it over. The paramedics were already coming though the front doors. In a few seconds, they had Dean out of Sam's arms and on the gurney. It took no more than five minutes and they were on the road again. After getting the directions, Jess was driving Sam to the hospital.

Sam wanted to go with Dean but it was best that they followed. He sat quiet in the car, just looking out the window. Upon reaching the hospital, Sam got out, "You don't have to come in if you want to go back. I'm... I'm sorry about tonight. Sorry for everything." He had been speaking to her through the window before he righted himself and was heading inside. He rushed over to the counter, "My brother, Dean, he was just brought in?"

The woman just handed him some forms, "You need to fill these out sir."

"But I need..."

"Fill out the forms and we'll be right with you. Your brother is being taken care of." She turned away and went off to do something else.

Sam stood there before taking the form and going to fill them out.

Jess circled the lot several times before she found a parking spot. She didn't head to the ER right away, but instead swung down to the coffee cart. After paying too much for what she was certain would end up being stale coffee, she headed off in search of Sam.

She paused when she spotted him. He looked... lost... trying to fill out the paperwork. Quietly she walked over and set the coffee down in front of him. "You'll be needing this," she said. "Sorry, Sam. You don't get rid of me so easily."

Sam looked up, that look upon his face. "Thanks," he whispered. He sighed in looking at the paperwork. "The last time I had to do this, my dad and Dean were in the hospital. Dean was... he was dying. It was twice he nearly died." He looked to her, "I can't lose him."

Jess sat down next to him. "He'll be okay, Sam," she said. Of course the problem, she thought as she lightly rubbed his back, was she didn't know that for sure. "We got him here quickly, he's young, he's in good shape..." she trailed off. "Anything I can do to help?"

Sam shook his head, "No, but thanks." He went back to filling out the forms. He then reached in his wallet and pulled out John's medical card. He clipped it to the board and went back up, handing it over. The woman took it, going to work. "Can I see my brother?" he asked, looking like a lost puppy.

"We'll come get you when he is in his room." She turned away after handing him the card.

Sam just stood there for a long moment before turning back and sitting down. He took the coffee and took a sip. "I'm bad luck. Everyone around me gets hurt. Or dies." He stared into his coffee. "Even my brother." He looked to her, "Better run as far from me as you can."

"Hey, stop that," Jess said. She twisted in her seat to glare up at him "You are no more unlucky than I am. And you are in no way to blame for Maggie pulling such a dangerous prank. It could have been anybody ending up drinking that whiskey. And last night it could have been all three of us."

"No, you don't understand... I should have..." He placed the coffee down. "It has to stop." He reached for his bag, digging around and finding some papers he had printed out. "I've been seeing these symbols all over the house. On pottery, the door, different items. It's voodoo symbols used for protection. Susan's mother had a stroke about a month ago. And that is about when Maggie showed up according to Tyler."

"Sir, you can see your brother now." A woman announced.

Sam tossed everything back in the bag, grabbed it and hurried off. He quickly came back and grabbed Jess' hand and pulled her with him. He followed the nurse down the hall till they got to a private room. Upon the bed, Dean laid looking pale, dark circles forming under his eyes.

He looked up when the door opened. "Dude, did you bring some coffee?"

The blood had drained from her face as Sam described the symbols she had spotted earlier. "Wait a moment, Maggie's an imaginary friend and not a real sister?" She had thought that the other child had been shy. But how had Sam known that?

And then her arm was being pulled out of her socket. Jess looked relieved that Dean seemed to be doing so well. "You ca